hc about u: that in the emu story, your bed was level with a window and was in the corner of your bedroom, a single bed, with purple sheets and a weird satin/velvet fake-quilt coverlet. there was condensation on the window. the light was bluish like it is in the morning. you could see mountains in the distance, past the field of overgrown wildflowers. You put the bed there so you could lay with your head at the foot of the bed and look out your window at the stars.
your bed was level with a window
the corner of your bedroom
a single bed
with purple sheets
I did have purple sheets, but they were fleece ones for winter, so by May I’d have the yellow ones on instead. The emus usually got out in June.
and a weird satin/velvet fake-quilt coverlet
I had a REAL handmade rainbow quilt that my mom made me thx. I had it for 14 years until the fabric literally came apart from use.
there was condensation on the window
Nah, my family’s house didn’t have AC so the only way to keep cool in summer was to have the windows open all night and hide in the basement all day.
the light was bluish like it is in the morning.
The light in the mornings here is pink, usually. We have fabulous sunrises where the high cirrus clouds catch the light and the early light reflects back off the mountains.
you could see mountains in the distance, past the field of overgrown wildflowers.
I can see the front range from my bedroom window, though it’s mostly obscured by an old ash tree. My neighborhood is fairly wooded for CO, and I mostly see the tops of trees. I do remember sitting on my bed during the first few nights of the High Park Fire, watching the line of flames come over the hills and peaks like the worst kind of ocean wave.
You put the bed there so you could lay with your head at the foot of the bed and look out your window at the stars.
I put my bed there because my room only had one functioning outlet and I wanted my desk in the other corner. Due to the eaves, I could only see a few stars, but I could always pull out the screen and sit out on the roof- the flat bit linking the garage to the main house was particularly good for stargazing. I put the suet block out there every fall so that he birds that did stay over winter would have something to eat.
So imagine, if you will- a lovely spring morning, with the chorus of robins and the pink light reflecting off the mountains, not too cold, and i don’t have to be anywhere for a few hours yet. All is peace and quiet-
-Until the dog suddenly wakes up, whining because there’s the sound of approaching fat bird steps and I curse becuase I realize the fucking emus have escaped AGAIN.